(Next Day)
I tap on the magical communication bracelet resting on my wrist. It glows a soft, warm blue and pings softly to confirm transmission. "Miss you too, Elena! Sent!" I grin, finishing up my daily morning check-in.
I look over at Grandpa, who is quietly sitting in the armchair near the window, basking in the early morning light. "So," I say, leaning back against my pillows, "when is that royal harasser going to get done with his endless searching, huh?"
"Do not call the Crown Prince a harasser, child... your tongue is going to get you into deep trouble one day," Grandpa sighs, though there's a faint, tired twitch of amusement on his face.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What is that liar even doing? Will he at least be done by tomorrow?" I ask, tossing a small plush pillow in the air.
"Hm... it seems he explicitly asked for eight days straight of absolute, no-exception disturbance," Grandpa replies, adjusting his stance.
"Eh? Why eight whole days?"
